Once when I was a little girl
I thought life was beautiful
I thought life was fair

But now I’m a young lady
I know life is sarcastful
I know how unfair

Once I had a dream
A dream of a perfect life
One with no Jealousy
One with no conspiracy

Now I know it’s like a mountian high
It’s a journey to the top
With unmerciful stroms and deep scorns

Sometimes it’s nice sunny and shiny
Several it’s gloomy, stormy, and sad

Sometimes friends help us up
Most of the time people push as down

The joke is that we never reach the top
I wish the top was higher
To meet a new friend

I wish the top was lower
Cause I can no longer defend

I feel I am weak
They’re pushing me too hard
But in this weakness I am strong
Not to lose the place I stand

I worked hard to arrive
I deserve to survive
I’ll fight till the last breath
No one could stop my quest

My quest for a perfect life
Even if I fail
At least i would have tried
And may the best prevail

Sarah R. Hajj

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